Did you ever dream that you were a dog agility super champ except then it switched and you were at some germy, grungy, derelict seaside park in the dark and the carnies were actually drug addled zombies that were shambling after you with hammers and their big teeth? And then as you're trying to escape your way out from under their oily, horrible claws by clambering up a rat infested palm tree, you're all, this is about dog agility like, how?

28 January 2012

Running around in circles at the puddle.

Some days, when I am very, very tired, we go walk around once out to the whale skeletons and then spend some time at the puddle.

It's modest, that puddle, but there's something for everyone there.

Although, the puddle can feel like a cop out. Non committal. Skirting the issue. Could be somewhere bigger. Better. A mountain that's higher, a river that's way wider, a spectacular, low tide sea. No one living up to their potential there. Just running around the damn puddle because it's easy.

Not sure where you draw the line in the sand between lazy, underachieving, slacker, and apathetic. It's blurry, that line. Maybe there's some grandeur in shitty little things, or maybe not.

The thing is, we're pretty ok running around out at that puddle. We have a good time. And then we walk home and maybe watch tv and then go to sleep.

Laura Hartwick, Captain

Many people around Santa Cruz know Laura as the lady with all those little black dogs. Many people know her as a horse trainer. Many people know her as the artist with the small brushes. Many people know her as that hoity graphic designer.
None of them would be wrong.
All the dogs of Team Small Dog, righteously awesome.
Laura Hartwick is usually a nice person. Except when she isn't. Be nice, don't bite, and run faster.